"Today we ca here precisely to settle the victory or defeat with the Star-Eye Clan."
A voice suddenly rang out within the Huaitang Clan's formation.
The sowhat disorderly formation quieted down considerably after hearing these words.
The speaker was Sibier, one of the two leaders of the Huaitang Clan on this occasion.
Due to a series of actions by the Star-Eye Clan, from changing equipnt to using formation plates, the morale of the Huaitang Clan warriors had gradually sunk, and there had even been so commotion.
In the current state, this was all very dangerous behavior.
To calm everyone down, Sibier had to step forward to soothe their emotions.
"Only one side of us and them can walk out of here." Sibier walked to the very front of the formation. He did not look at his own clansn; instead, he turned toward the several large formations of the Star-Eye Clan, yet his voice carried to everyone's ears.
"Before we ca, we all believed that we would be the ones to walk out last. Now, I still believe that. The only difference is that it won't be so easy."
"Look, the opponents are very well prepared. They have good equipnt and good things like large formation plates. What is the reason? Isn't it just that they want to be the ones to walk out last?"
"But I ask you, do you want them to walk out last?"
Letting the opponents walk out ant total annihilation for their own side, with all dying in battle. Naturally, no one wanted that. Hearing Sibier ask this, the warriors of the Huaitang Clan finally burst forth with their fighting spirit, roaring in unison.
"No!"
"Yes, no!" Sibier's whole body began to heat up, and he started to feel excited. His voice grew more and more impassioned: "Why did they get such good equipnt? Why did they get such consumable-heavy formation plates? Isn't it because they are inferior to us!"
"With those things, can they compare to us? You tell , can they compare to us?"
"They cannot!" The warriors of the Huaitang Clan roared again. This ti, the sound was even louder than before, drowning out the arena's chaotic noise.
"Then what is there to fear! Then what is there to worry about! No matter what they do, in the end, the victor will still be us!"
Sibier's voice cracked from shouting, but he himself felt great.
"The opponents' good things might well be prepared for us. That chanical war beast is mine!"
The other leader, Luola, did not speak loudly, yet his voice carried to every mber of the Huaitang Clan.
Hearing Luola say he wanted the best chanical war beast here, it imdiately drew slight jeers from so who felt they were qualified to possess it.
However, both Sibier and Luola knew this was a good sign, knowing that the Huaitang Clan warriors had now erged from the string of bad blows starting from the morning.
"No rush. Let's see how long these opponents, who probably exhausted their resources to prepare so much, can last with their large formation plates!"
Sibier's words drew guffaws from the Huaitang Clan warriors.
Yes, formation plates could only unleash powerful attacks from within. Now that the Star-Eye Clan had deployed these things directly, their side would temporarily refrain from attacking first, just see how long they could hold out. Perhaps after a while, they wouldn't be able to sustain it themselves and would directly abandon the formation plates to attack.
The two Star-Eye Lords, as well as Bashilu and Cheng Liujin, were within a battle formation. As the core, they were located in the very center, blocked by layers of Star-Eye Clan warriors, invisible from the outside.
In the viewing stands, most of the Star-Eye Clan's reserved tickets had been sold, leaving only a small portion. So Star-Eye Clan elites had obtained qualifications and ca to the scene to cheer for their clansn. Ye Zhongming, White Robe, Jikesu, Yashinan, and others were all present.
"Our clansn are a bit silent. Should we cheer for them?" Ye Zhongming saw the Star-Eye clansn standing solemnly within the four large formations below and asked White Robe beside him.
"How to cheer?"
White Robe was completely confused, not knowing what Ye Zhongming ant.
"It's like you shout 'Star-Eye Clan', and then everyone shouts together, 'Add oil'."
This ti, not only White Robe, but even Jikesu, Zhong Hongke, and others around him looked at him blankly.
"Alright, forget I said anything."
Ye Zhongming felt that the cultural gap was truly terrifying.
"How long can they hold out?" Jikesu had been assisting Ye Zhongming recently and was not very clear about clan affairs, nor did he know about the formation plates. Seeing such a large formation plate with high consumption activated at the start, his worry persisted.
White Robe chuckled, "Elder, rest assured. Even if we keep consuming until tomorrow, we can afford it now."
Jikesu looked at Ye Zhongming, knowing what White Robe was referring to, but he still sighed and said, "We should save where we can."
He had never known before that research and manufacturing equipnt was so, so expensive. Or rather, with different levels, he had no concept of higher-level manufacturing.
But since seeing Ye Zhongming's research and experints, Jikesu realized that sotis, money really couldn't be called money...
Although the Star-Eye Clan's higher-ups now knew that Ye Zhongming had obtained a huge sum from the Su Clan, it was ultimately his own, now used to serve the clan. Not saving a bit would weigh on one's conscience.
"It's fine. If the Huaitang Clan thinks they can make the formation plates ineffective like this, they are too naive."
Knowing everything, Ye Zhongming sneered. He really had no good feelings for these guys who had consistently made it their mission to harm the Star-Eye Clan.
As soon as Ye Zhongming finished speaking, the Star-Eye Clan in the arena moved.
The warriors on the formation plate with Bashilu at its core on the left simultaneously raised their weapons, injecting their bodily energy into them. Then, in teams of five, the central warrior of each team held up their weapon high, while the four around them placed their weapons onto this person's weapon.
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